Begin Again

Chapter 22

Trystan's POV

I'm sitting on my bed listening to Crash and Burn on repeat when my mom walks into my room.

"Trys, there's someone at the door for you", she winks then leaves the room.

Why did she wink at me? More importantly, who is at the door for me?

Groaning, I get up and leave my room. As I head to the front door, I think about who it could possibly be. Maybe Isabel? Kihanna? The Easter Bunny? He's honestly a pretty good possibility.

I open the door to find the last person I ever expected to be standing on my front porch. The one and only Erik Carson. He's holding flowers and a box of what appears to be chocolate.

Self consciously, I look down at what I'm wearing and I can feel my cheeks heat up. I'm wearing his hoodie and my pajama pants. Great, now he's going to think I'm really weird for wearing his hoodie around my house.

Erik gives a nervous smile, "Hey, Trys. I hope I'm not botherin' you. I just wanted to tell you that I'm really sorry about what happened Wednesday. I promise that I had no idea she would do that. Oh, and these are for you."

He holds out the flowers and box for me to take, so I do. The flowers are a gorgeous arrangement of tulips and some blue flowers that I don't recognize. I'm not really much of a flower person to be honest. Upon closer inspection, I realize that the box contains 12 chocolate covered strawberries.

"Thank you, these are beautiful and the strawberries look delicious."

He seems to relax after I say that. "I'm so glad you like strawberries, I was scared you'd be allergic or somethin'."

I see my opportunity to mess with him and I can't resist the urge to say, "Oh, I'm allergic, but they still look really good."

The look on his face is priceless; his eyes bulge out, his jaw is hanging slack, and he becomes noticeably paler.

"Oh my gosh, Trys, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't know, here give them back. I'll go get you some regular chocolates."

I bust out laughing then, and try really hard to not fall to the ground. After a minute, I recover and look at him to see a really confused and scared look on his face.

Sucking in a deep I tell him, "Erik, I'm just kiddin'. I'm not really allergic to strawberries. They're actually my favorite fruit."

Relief floods his face, "That wasn't very nice Trys."

I smirk, "Oh, it wasn't? I thought it was pretty nice."

"Nope not at all. Now you have to make up for it"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"Hmm...", he taps his chin as if he's in deep thought then snaps his fingers, "I got it! To make up for it, you have to go on another date with me right now."

"Now?"

Is this boy blind? I'm still dressed in my pajamas!

"Duh, now. Let's go!"

He grabs my arm and starts pulling me toward his truck. A spark ignites where he touches me. The flowers and strawberries are still in my hands.